THE STRETCHER PRANK THAT BROKE THE MAS*H CAST IN HALF
The studio was quiet, soundproofed against the busy Los Angeles traffic outside. Mike Farrell adjusted his large headphones and leaned into the microphone. He was deep into…
THE WARDROBE PIECE THAT BROKE A TELEVISION LEGEND IN HALF
It was a quiet afternoon inside a climate-controlled Hollywood archival facility. Gary Burghoff stood completely still, staring down at a simple, faded olive-drab knit cap. He had…
THE SILENCE THAT BROKE THE MAS*H CAST ON TELEVISION
It was a quiet afternoon in a hotel green room, decades after the helicopters stopped flying over Malibu Creek. The roar of a weekend fan convention was…
THE SURGICAL WARDROBE MALFUNCTION THAT BROKE THE ENTIRE CAST
Mike Farrell sat comfortably in a leather chair under the bright lights of a documentary interview set. He was spending the afternoon sharing stories about his time…
HARRY MORGAN RECALLS A HORSE RIDING MISHAP ON SET
It wasn’t a question the host usually asked in an interview about Colonel Potter. They were in a quiet podcast studio, decades after the dusty tents of the…
MILLIONS WATCHED THIS MAS*H SCENE, BUT THE ACTOR WAS QUIETLY BREAKING
It was late in the evening at a quiet dinner, decades after the dusty tents of the 4077th had been struck and packed away for good. The…
THE SECRET BEHIND THE SURGICAL MASKS ON THE MASH SET
It started as a completely normal podcast interview. Alan Alda was sitting in the studio, headphones clamped over his ears, discussing the legacy of television. The conversation…
THE WORLD SAW CORPORAL RADAR O’REILLY… BUT GARY BURGHOFF WAS LIVING A GHOST STORY.
It was a blistering afternoon in the Santa Monica Mountains, decades after the cameras had stopped rolling. The Malibu Creek State Park was quiet now, populated only by…
THEY SPENT DECADES LAUGHING… BUT A SILENT JEEP CHANGED EVERYTHING.
The Malibu Creek sun was beating down on the dry brush, casting the exact same harsh shadows it did forty years ago. Mike Farrell stood with his hands…
AN OLD GREEN UNIFORM WAS HANGING IN THE CLOSET. MIKE FARRELL JUST STARED.
It was a Tuesday afternoon in Malibu when the package arrived. Inside was a faded, olive-drab fatigue jacket with the name “Hunnicutt” barely visible above the pocket. Mike…